"I don't want to do maintenance on my fingernails," Wilson gripes. "Can I have a regular nail shape?"

That's a lot of physical contact from a guy he barely knows! Is he being flirted with or is this just part of the nail-painting process? Wilson has no idea, and he's not sure how he feels about the possibilities besides 'awkward'. He's wearing black arm warmers with a thumb hole; a fairly substantial scar pokes out from the fabric covering his left palm, and some smaller ones dot both hands, traces of the nicks and scrapes he got in between the final time he died chasing down Maxwell and the moment he took the Nightmare Throne.

"I don't think I caught your name."